How will this end? The meaning of Love...How will this end?…the meaning of Love.
Many of us wonder what is going on these days. We see pain and destruction increasing around us everywhere. We see it rise in our families, in our jobs, among our friends, in our country as well as on a global scale… we see people loose their jobs, people being put out of their houses, people breaking down mentally. We see people die in wars, we see friends loose their lives because of dreadful diseases, we see and feel the pain it causes to those left behind…we feel darkness closing in on us…and many of us ask themselves: "How will this end…?"
It is difficult to see where this is leading to, especially as thoughts about it tend to feed our fears rather than our confidence…maybe my words will help you a bit here .
When you wonder about how this will end, you can ask yourself ´how did this begin´.
It is an old Truth that you cannot know the end if you do not know the beginning.
…but who knows how it all started?
"In the beginning there was
Red as rosesRed as rosesby tfxman
Question poses
Eyes meet
Hearts greet
A delicate dance
Words entrance
Drawn in
Bonds begin
Some subtle shift
A gentle drift
Steps slow
Eyes glow
Feelings stir
Passions blur
Walls crumble
as fingers fumble
No single cause
No hidden clause
Hands clutch
Bodies touch
Pulses rush
faces blush
innocent dove
they ‘re in love
Paths converge
As souls merge
Through darkest day
They never part way
past death’s door
dancing evermore
in heaven above
God bless true love
What is Love?The way I see it, love is a fear.by TheWritingDragon
It's mistrust and trust all in one, an escape in which to fling yourself upon the one who was trying to catch you in a daring attempt to be free.
Love is heartfelt devotion, yet a quiet distance. The staring from afar at the one you admire can often be considered love, though the love I see is passionate and wild and contained and meaningful all at once. It's empty and thoughtless, careful and just, and never passes a moment in which it is forgotten.
The love that I wish to feel I have never felt, only in my daydreams. The love that I wish to feel is a love that the written word could never fully describe, one that is so romantic and casual, tamed and adoring, all in a perfect balance that lifts you upward into the sky like a feather where it could otherwise hold you chained to the stone if weighed incorrectly.
The way I see it, love is a fear.
It is a fear of the unknown, of the things that have not yet been experienced, and the thin